He listened to her, his eyes going from her lips to her eyes. Her voice was like music to his ears, no matter that she was talking about her father... whom they had learned later in school, was quite famous.
He smiled, reaching out a hand and lazily running his fingertips over her arm. "Well, tell me about you. I don't want you to hate me," he said, sticking out his lower lip in a pout. Yep, definitely drunk,